In the center of the examination room is a wide square, in the center of which stands a huge bronze incense burner with a height of one person, and three thick incense sticks with a few green smoke are inserted in the incense burner. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The square is surrounded on three sides, with two rows of examination rooms and a pavilion facing the main door, where three examiners sit and monitor.

The rest of the candidates sat upright in the examination room and prepared pen inkstones. Only Li Xianyuan stood alone in the square.

Li Xianyuan found his own examination room and stepped inside. The examination room is only half a foot high, and you can reach the walls on both sides with your arms outstretched. There was a wooden table with a prepared pen and inkstone, a wooden chair and a corner toilet, and nothing else.

Li Xianyuan sat down and raised his head slightly. The eaves block most of the sky, so that the examination room is slightly dark.

The county announced the rules loudly. You can't look left and right, and all physiology is carried out in the examination room. You are not allowed to leave the examination room until you have finished writing the examination papers. Any fraud is prohibited, and violators are not allowed to refer to it for a hundred years.

After the rules are read, it doesn't take a moment. Several soldiers held test papers in their hands and distributed them in batches into the examination room.

Li Xianyuan took a slightly yellowed stack of rice paper, and did not quickly spread out the writing after taking the paper like other candidates, but closed his eyes and gradually calmed down his slightly turbulent state of mind.

He lived in a barren mountain and a ruined temple for thirteen years, which made him extremely indifferent. Perhaps less than a hundred words were spoken. In addition to the frightened state of mind when he was born, only this time is related to the future that can change his state of mind.

The rustle of the tip of the pen sliding on the rice paper was endless, and the rest of the candidates had already begun to write. There were only three hours, and they had to hurry. Looking at the examination room, only Li Xianyuan did not write.

Slowly opening his eyes, his eyes turned calm again, Li Xianyuan exhaled turbidity, spread out the rice paper and quickly swept the topic.

In the children's examination, the content of the test is divided into arithmetic, ancient sayings, allusions, and poems.

When the government exam, geography will be added, astronomy will be added, and even the strategy above the palace exam will be added.

Arithmetic was not difficult for Li Xianyuan, so he looked at the second test paper.

Among the four items, the only one that has difficulties with Li Xianyuan is the allusion. After all, this is not a previous life, and the slightest carelessness may lead to a mistake.

With a calm face, he grabbed a brush on the pen and dipped it in ink to write.

……

In the pavilion, the three examiners sat in front of the bookcase, looking around the examination room through the blue curtain, and had a full view of the candidates' dynamics.

The examiner has one main and two deputies. The chief examiner is supervised by the Xinjing Guozi Supervisor, and the deputy examiner is the master book taken by the county and the Shuntian Mansion.

In terms of grade, the chief examiner is from the seventh grade, the county is from the ninth grade, and the anchor of Shuntianfu is also from the seventh grade, but because he is from Xinjing and teaches in Guozijian, his identity is more than one step higher than the two.

"Fang Xiancheng, there are more than 200 candidates this time, how many do you think will be on the list?" said the master of Shuntian Mansion with a smile, he was slightly chubby and wearing a long robe.

"Lord Bookkeeper is kind. In previous years, it was thirty-five or six, and this year, if nothing else, it is also this number. The green-robed official uniform, with the pattern of the complement on the chest, is the county man who practiced the finch, stroked his beard and replied.

"Then who do you like?" said the master bookkeeper with a smile on his face, leaning closer to the county for a few minutes.

The county man laughed a few times: "Hahaha, Lord Bookkeeper, do you want to dig some good seedlings from me?" ”

"Who doesn't want this handsome. Last year, Master Lin came to take away a lot of talents from you, but he was praised by the prefect. It's me today, you can't lose my brother. ”

"Then it depends on the wishes of the candidates, we can't force them, right?" The county Cheng kicked the ball back, thought for a moment and said: "In my opinion, the top of this year's list is this Xu Zhitian." ”

"Oh?" the master muttered. "How so?"

The county smiled without saying a word, looking at one of the examination rooms. The master bookkeeper followed his gaze and saw a Tsing Yi saying that he was sitting in the examination room, writing calmly and confidently.

The main bookkeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded: "It's a talent, Xu Zhitian...... I don't know what it matters if it's not long?"

The county replied: "Xu Weichang is Xu Zhitian's brother." ”

The master book suddenly realized: "No wonder...... I have heard of Xu Weichang in Shuntian Mansion, and he has won many cases in the government examination, and now he is a talent. No wonder you didn't hide it, this Xu Weichang has been valued by Qin Tianjian. Now that demons are rampant outside the Pure Land, I can't snatch people from Qin Tianjian no matter what. ”

The two of them were talking and laughing, and the chief examiner suddenly said to the chief examiner who was sitting on the side: "I don't know what Lord Wang thinks?

When the tall examiner heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "In my opinion, that young man has some qualifications. ”

"Lord Wang came from Xinjing, and his vision is naturally extraordinary, I want to see who is in the eyes of Lord Wang. The two of them were slightly surprised when they heard this, and they looked in the direction pointed by Lord Wang.

In the examination room, a young man sat at a desk with his eyes closed.

"It's kind of unique. The master nodded.

On the other hand, the county man waved his hand to call the examiner: "Who is in the 23rd C?"

"My lord, call it Li Xianyuan. The grader replied.

"Li Xianyuan...... Listen to the ears. ”

"I am from Yangjia Village. ”

The county man nodded: "Understood, go down." ”

At this time, the chief bookkeeper called softly: "Huh, two colleagues, please look, he has started writing." ”

In the examination room, Li Xianyuan didn't know anything about the situation in the pavilion in the distance, and after roughly scanning the test papers, he didn't stop to pick up the pen and write, and his actions were done in one go.

Less than half a pillar of incense, Li Xianyuan easily completed two test papers, leaving only allusions and poems.

It took two pillars of incense to carefully write the allusion paper, and after carefully checking it, he confirmed that it was no different, and turned his head to look at the last test paper.

Poetry.

The volume of poetry is blank.

The title of the poem requires you to write about a change in mood. As long as the rhyme is buckle and at least even. Five words or seven words, rhythmic poems, the format is not limited.

Children are scored in A, B, C, D, and below C. Only B or above or with unique results can be admitted to the child's examination.

For example, the allusions to the ancient sayings of arithmetic are a mess, but the poems and essays have reached the point where the pen is shocking, which is enough to make an exception for admission.

With Li Xianyuan's current results, even if he doesn't write poetry, he can easily get B. However, he naturally will not let go of this opportunity to make a name for himself easily.

He stopped his pen and thought for a moment. Describing the change of mood, there is indeed a song in my heart at this time, but ......

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor. Worried about the new words.

Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn.

This poem of the Southern Song Dynasty was written after his dismissal and idle residence, and anyone who has experience will have a deep feeling when he reads it carefully.

It's just that......

You must know that scholars in this world are also a system. Subduing demons and eliminating demons is not inferior to monks. Character repair uses a pen to fight the enemy, just like the examiner at the door of the examination room. Wen Xiu used poetry to fight the enemy. When encountering ghosts, reciting poems has its own heroic righteousness, and attacks or protects the body according to the nature of the poems recited.

The higher the fit, the stronger the power of Haoran righteousness. The way to master the fit is to copy multiple poems, or create your own poems.

The reason why I say so much is because once I put pen to paper, the quality of the poem will directly alarm the surroundings.

There are more than one similar episodes in the book, a certain scholar wrote a poem praising spring in winter, and after writing a poem, the surrounding ice and snow melted, and a hundred flowers bloomed. A certain Confucian mourned the deceased, and before he finished writing, the surrounding ghosts cried and wolves howled, and the ghosts were entangled like the underworld.

This has nothing to do with cultivation, it is entirely drawn from the poem.

Once Li Xianyuan writes this poem, I am afraid that it will be a real poem and become a weeping ghost. After writing the poem, the examination room full of spring is already full of fallen leaves.

He is not a teenager of fourteen years old, and he writes such sophisticated verses, it is not a genius, but a thriller.

"Almost...... There will be a time to emerge in the future. ”

Li Xianyuan said in his heart, after ten years of hard study, he couldn't help but feel a little better, thinking about the more suitable poems to write now.

"Bang-Bang-"

A burst of gongsheng dispersed Li Xianyuan's thoughts, and when he looked out, he saw a soldier standing on the bronze incense burner and shouting: "There is still a stick of incense to collect!"

Looking at the incense burner again, only a small part of the three coarse incense sticks remained.